What's That Smell?!

As I was sitting in this afternoon’s meeting the strangest thing happened. As all conference rooms get, the conference room we were in was tight, hot and stuffy. With my pen poised to doodle and my mind already on "what’s for dinner" something hit me. Sniff. Sniff. Gag a little. "It smells like musty feet in here!" I quickly look down to the guy’s shoes next to me since he had previously showed me, with great pride, the penny loafers he has scored on EBay. "Is it those damn cheap shoes?" I wonder. But before I could pass judgment, I see the culprit. Out of the corner of my eye I see a nice stack of fat feet rubbing themselves nervously back and forth. The pleasantly plump lady sitting across from me had taken her shoes off! UGH! The guy next to me looked at me with an expression of SOS. The smell just got worse and worse. My throat started getting tight and everyone started making excuses to leave the room. "Need that file? No problem! Let me go get it!" "Did you hear that? Sounds like it came from outside, let me go investigate." Slowly people left and never returned leaving pens, folders and writing pads in their empty places. O.M.G. It smelt like burning Fritos! Note to self, please please please NEVER take your shoes off in public and avoid anyone you think may do so. Gag.